Blurb for When My Heart Knew:
Tomboy Maisie Treadwell meets her match in cowboy Dylan MacInnes. From the moment they meet, the sparks and words fly. Of course, if she hadn’t knocked him down and caused an ankle sprain, their relationship might have gone more smoothly. To avoid damaging the reputation of the family’s boarding house, Maisie is ordered to be at the mercy of meeting Dylan’s demands. When they discover a shared interest in adventure stories, a bond is struck. Soon, Maisie can’t wait to spend time reading aloud to the virile man confined to a bed. Until the afternoon she overhears him explaining that his demands were meant to teach her a lesson. Can Dylan find a way to gain her trust again?

Tagline for When My Heart Knew:
Will falling in love be the adventure Maisie has been seeking?

Excerpt for When My Heart Knew:
The quick movement jolted Dylan’s recollection of the stable lad. No, couldn’t be. He stared at the doorway, waiting for Maisie to return. A few moments later, she entered and approached, carrying a bundle tight in her hand. The shuffling steps, the tight shoulders.
Irritation straightened his back and he pointed. “You caused my injury. You’re the st—”
“Here, sir.” Maisie bent over his foot and eased the sock over his toes. She looked up and caught his gaze, and gave her head the slightest shake. “How does that feel?”
Dylan looked into her hazel eyes and couldn’t deny the pleading he spotted in her gaze. For whatever reason she didn’t want her mother to know about how she helped her brother in the livery. Maybe this knowledge could work in his favor. “That feels real nice, Miss Maisie.” He flashed her a conspiratorial wink.
“What’s this? Maisie was involved?” Mrs. Treadwell frowned as she rounded the end of the table.
Shaking his head, Penn held up a hand. “No need to worry, Mother. A sudden noise spooked Mr. MacInnes’ horse and Maisie was nearby. She helped groom his horse and settle it in a stall so I could assist Mr. MacInnes here.”
The widow’s blue-eyed gaze flashed between her children but she didn’t ask for more details. “Mr. MacInnes will need to be placed in a downstairs room.”
“Mother, give him mine.” Maisie stepped forward, hands clasped at her waist. “I’ll move my things into Lydia’s room during his stay.”
Stifling a grin, Dylan settled back in his chair and gazed at the earnest expression on Maisie’s face. How exactly might this situation play out?

Bio:
As a young girl, Linda was often found lying on her bed reading about fascinating characters having exciting adventures in places far away and in other time periods. In later years, she read and then started writing romances and achieved her first publication--a confession story. Married with 4 adult children and 2 granddaughters, Linda writes heartwarming contemporary and historical stories with a touch of humor from her home in the southern California mountains.